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"It was merry in the glowing morn
Among the gleaming grass
To wander as we wandered many a mile.
And watch the cool tobacco smoke in white wreaths as it passed
Sitting loosely in the saddle all the while.
T'was merry in the blackwoods
When we spied the station roofs
To wheel the wild scrub cattle at the yard.
With a running fire of stockwhips
And a firey run of hoofs
The hardest day was never then too hard."
"Gordon"
To E. & W. Hall,
With best wishes & kindest memories from
W. Byron.
Sinai Peninsula
Given to H.M. Wilson by Gwyn Hutchison. Wm. Byron was my godfather & was killed in the 1914–18 war. 1979.
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